I hate wanting things, It just makes me feel so small.

As if I’m the size of a fucking baseball, the smallest kid in the bar brawl or the idiot on the other end of a prank call. As if I was too late to the music hall and couldn’t make an appearance at the curtain call. It’s as if I’m forced to crawl up to city hall just to deliver a stupid gum ball. I was never tall and never had my name written on a parking stall but this shouldn’t make me feel so damn small. Put my face to the wall and pound it till I crack and fall. I feel as if I’ll start to bawl if I’m thrown another curve ball.